Easter Sunday is gloomy. Especially all the eggs everywhere. It reminds me of theories on the evolution of human sexuality, and the way that a woman’s finite reserve of eggs can mark her behaviors in love and marriage. It’s the old story: given that men seem to have an endless supply of sperm, each of their mates does not symbolize a tremendous investment in the grand scheme of their reproductive banking. For women, it is a different story. And that story might even last nine months long.

Or maybe the whole evolution and human sexuality connection is archaic. We have cell phones, Twitter, and Match.com nowadays. Nature does not even factor into it. A woman’s apparently innate ’selectiveness’ is so confused that she will not just date one, but two, Wanker of the Week. And a mimbo as well. And maybe even a pimp, just to round out the experience. Moral of this Easter Sunday story: men and women are doomed—eggs, no eggs, long-term love, short-term affair, internet dating, happenstance rendezvous, old flame, new email love letter correspondent. Take a deep breath and maybe a walk in the woods.

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